Novel & Cerita You Once Called Me Wife

I was almost yelling. "In the basement, had some work to do." "I have been calling you like crazy for the past whole day, you could've sent a text, or was it so hard to do?!" He frowned, pulling me closer by the wrist he was holding, our noses almost touched. "And why would I do that?!" "Because I'm your wife!" I snapped as a matter of factly. "Are you? I thought you weren't ready for it..." he drawled. "Yeah, well, that's fucking different."

I quickly took a bath and went to my F******k. It kinda made me a bit sick when I saw another picture of Jasmine and Olwethu float around my F******k being shared. People were "shipping" them saying they'd make a good couple. I was about to put my phone away when it started ringing. ❤Wife💯 was calling. I cleared my throat and answered. "My wife..." 'aww baby what's wrong?' Zai asked and I sighed. This girl knew me like the back of her hand.

“And you're my wife.” No. How the fuck did I actually get here?

My chest tightened, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. A maid. My husband… my mate just called me a maid. As if I wasn’t his wife. As if the vows we had exchanged meant nothing. As if the love we once shared was nothing more than a distant memory that no longer mattered. I looked at Noah. He was standing so casually, as if everything was perfectly fine. The redhead looked me up and down, her lips curling into something between curiosity and mockery. "Noah," I choked out, my voice barely a whisper, “Did you really just call me your maid?"

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

You're just a piece of the past. “Wife…” my eyes immediately widened when I heard it. I immediately stopped walking and violently turned to him. I saw him a bit shocked with my sudden move but pursed his lips in a thin line. "It's thick of your face to call me that, Callum. You have no right to call me that because first of all... we. are. not. married." I said emphatically. My secretary stopped walking not far away and pretended to be busy checking what was in her hand. The curious people in the lobby had also left so I was free to scold Callum here.

"...why would you say that?" I slipped both hands into my pockets. "It worked before." "What?" "It got him to leave." "You just called me your wife in front of Hale” I shrugged. "You called me your husband first." "That was different!" "How?" "I was panicking!" "And today I was solving a problem." She opened her mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. "I can't believe you."

"She's my wife." "What?!"

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

I ought to just walk away from her and mind my own business, but the fact remains that she is the mother of my children. Me: Mr. Suzuki, I think my wife isn’t feeling well; can we get back to you later? I said, not waiting for a second for the man to answer me. I hung up the phone. “Wi-fe, wha-t d-o you m-e-a-n wife, are yo-u, not my brother?” What the fuck is she talking about? How on earth would she call me her brother?